Bass Strings

cotton candy sky

and I said, “hey look, the sky’s on fire”

Thank you for making this for me @justalineinasong0  :)

Requested

twenty one pilots - Smithereens

my perfect, darling cat :)

Jazz is Like Glass and Yarn

Cutting quick and deep

Sharp melodies

Sassy tones

At times smoother than cream

In a rich cup of coffee

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Notes, unseen

Cascade down the blank page

Of a musicians mind

Spilling out clear and sweet

Softer than snow blanketing a bungalow

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Chords, a medium to be measured with infinity

Spinning eigth notes like cotton on a spindle

Pricking your eardrums with phat, coordinated rhythms

Low and as thick as molasses

Higher than the moon

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Fuzzy, soft and neat brushes lightly caresss the snare

Chunk, Chunk, Chunk the constant thrum of the guitar

Propelling the group as the bulky anchor, the bass

Crystal tones, loud and bossy, the trumpet commands

The saxophone pleads mournfully to be heard, like a lost colour in an intarsia pattern

clear as glass

music in the steam :)

winter vibes ❄️

rainy window bandwagon

Sticky notes are my love lanuguage

I want to be written about on stick notes

I want something penned for me on a coffee stained napkin

I want to be written for on a mint gum wrapper

Small love letters secretly scrawled on the inside of locker doors

Someone write me a sonnet, a saga in four parts composed in a private diary by flashlight.

Sweet nothings etched in the stars themselves, in a not left in my lunch, on the fridge, next to my shoes

Tell me the secrets of your heart in the margins of your math note

Confess your love on a scrap piece of paper torn carelessly from a notebook